Is to, even though they are sleepy, peer out the window with quiet, wide eyes through the fog at the beeping trash truck. Finley stares in wonder at the large “DRUCK” with it’s metal arms, lifting our bins high up into the air.
The trash men always wave and smile at our little boy. This Monday, we were preoccupied, but then we heard a honk. We rushed outside because they were waiting to say their Monday ‘Good morning!’ to our favorite truck lover!
|The sleepiest of faces|
And we think it’s pretty darn cool!